It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. She had taken some blouses out of the desiccant and taken them upstairs to iron out the crinkle. She liked doing the ironing in the back sleeping room where she could take care out the windowpane and enjoy the view to pause the sameness. On this day there was cipher a great deal to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the other side of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a bitch in oestrus. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to search out the window. The male dog kept pushing his snout into the female's arse. They were too far away for her to tell if he was licking her or just sniffing, but thinking about it seemed to stir something inside her. Periodically the male would jump up on the female's back and cave in a couple of thrusts, then drop back down to pay aid to the cunt's can. Then she saw him climb up on her one more fourth dimension and even at this distance she could see his rosehip thrusting back and Forth at an incredibly speedy step. She couldn't help wondering what it must feel like to consume such an ardently fast-growing lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both animals were standing stock still. She had no rattling noesis of cuspid sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male remained mounted. She was fascinated by this and set the iron down, leaning forward on the ironing instrument panel to watch. instant ticked by with no sign of bowel movement. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, asses pressed together, facing in opposite directions. This she understood, they were"stuck"; she'd seen it many times before. When they finally separated, the Male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the bitch's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her husband to do after intercourse.

This was the offset time she'd ever watched two dogs copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially curious about that prolonged period that they were motionless and decided to do some research on it later that day. So, former that day, after the laundry was done and the ironing put away, Tina sat down behind her information processing system. She typed in dog sex on the hunt engine and began reading. She learned that the time the dog were motionless meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female person. Tina was amazed that dogs could cum for that length of prison term. It was a captivating thought.

Other sites had come up ; web site with telecasting of womanhood having sex with domestic dog. Tina clicked on several and watched myopic cartridge clip of women being fucked by animal. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her brain. It was a pretty blond who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the adult female who was on her helping hand and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her arms until her cheek rested on the floor, a grimace on her fount ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the grimace disappear, replaced by a look of outdoors mouthed cacoethes. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just read the canine was probably sending a rather plentiful amount of cum into the woman's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the strong-arm resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that much of an imprint on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was well-situated for Tina to ideate she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must palpate like ; the with child pecker, the swollen ball, the prolonged interjection, not to mention the tone of intensely sensuous evil that the cleaning woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely exciting as her deal slid down into her falling off and began massaging her pussy. In her aroused United States Department of State, it didn't take a great deal time or effort for her to lead off climaxing. She leaned back in the chair, her oral sex thrown back emitting some whining moans as one second joint began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the flavor of her toes curling inside her slippers as her slit began contracting and her stomach tightening as she was gripped by an onrushing orgasm.

That might had been the end of it all, it was not the offset clock time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the point of onanism, but the resemblance between her and this other fair sex to each other haunted her. In Tina's illusion it almost seemed as if it were her on that floor with a dog's dick locked deep inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with love affair novel inspired fancy about being a 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by pirates, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy ship's officer, exchanging her intimate favors for secret war plans. These and others were cockeyed scenarios that provided good divine guidance for onanism, but things that had no position in her really world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasize inclination, something to be brought out of the sullen recesses of her intellect but never to be attempted.

That should have been the end of it, but fate has a way of interfering with one's plan, of placing opportunities and temptation in the way. About a month later her buddy had to go for a two day business conference. There was really zip strange about that, he had to do that about once a calendar month. This time, however, he asked her to make out over and feast his dog and take him for a walk, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the dog house. He'd cum to make out the doghouse as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would start whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a fair postulation and she was gladiola to help.

Her brother left former in the dawning and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish Gaelic compositor. A large friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a base on balls over to a nearby park where they could play and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and innocent. Later she took him back to her brother's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the base petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to scratch his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't keep her eyes from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two infinitesimal cartridge holder of the blonde fair sex getting screwed by that dog. Almost without intellection, her paw moved down and gently stroked the cover, curious as to what would happen. At first base it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his lump and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized carrot. She assumed it would get larger if boost aroused. But that was as far as she was willing to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her bridge player, made sure he had enough dry food and water, then went home.

That may have been the end of it, but when her husband came domicile from employment he announced his bowling team was having a praxis academic session that Night and he would be going after supper. She knew that would mean he probably wouldn't be home until after ten o'clock. This normally wouldn't have bothered her one way or another, but tonight, with the memory of her afternoon experience fresh in her judgment, it seemed like an open invitation to go and do some more research. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't forget the feeling of exciting depravity that she'd had while handling Casey's genitals. All she was trusted of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her husband left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's house. She had no plan in mind or any approximation what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to spend the eventide with Casey. Anything was upright than spending the even by herself. The odd thing was as soon as she pulled up at her comrade's place she began to palpate anxious. It was as if some inner part of her judgement knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, a intuitive feeling of extreme point restiveness swept through her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she wasn't there just to feast the dog. She also wasn't sure it was anything she really wanted to or should be doing. But again, that interior division of her mind wouldn't let her leave. She gave him fresh water, added some dry food for thought to what was already in his dish, then went into the living room to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another flavour at his stopcock was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to advertize all thoughts about it from her mind. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her feet, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to polish his fur with her hand, pausing occasionally to expunge his neck or behind his capitulum. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his rachis for a belly rub. Getting down on her knees, she moved her hands back and Forth River across his abdomen, giving him what he wanted.

The problem was, as she did this her center were drawn once again to his tool. As it had earlier, the tip slowly emerged from its furry encasement and, also as it had earlier, it had an unknown erotic effect on Tina. While one bridge player continued to rub the dog's belly the other reached out and began caressing his dick.

Unlike this afternoon, there was no timidity this time. Her helping hand purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and forth across the exposed tip. She could feel it expanding in her bridge player as he became vertical. Slowly she began squeezing and releasing the odd shaped penis as if she were milking it and in a way she was ; some clear fluid came out and ran down onto her hand.

She released her hold on his prick and looked at her deal as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the viscous fluid on her digit. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to show what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her finger's breadth. The feel of his clapper on her fingers excited her, reminding her of the video she'd watched on line. Now her judgement was made up, she wanted to feel his lingua elsewhere, to endure out the scenes she'd seen on her electronic computer screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the bathroom, snapping her finger and calling the dog to follow her. Once they were both in the lav, she closed the door and removed her denim and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his cock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some more of the cleared duncical fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her digit, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated digit under Casey's nose and went over to the toilet and, after putting down the seat lid, sat down. Spreading her legs wide, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her twat lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet frame, began licking. With the world-class shot of his knife along her pussy, she felt her abdominal muscle and ass muscles tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the strong tongue forcing its way between her breach pussy lips. Tina slumped against the sang-froid porcelain storage tank, her head thrown back, and her workforce covering her side. The dog's oral examination rape was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough texture of his glossa delightfully irritated the mild sensitive inner flesh of her twat and tortured her button, she had an excitedly quirky feeling in her belly, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the attack of a major orgasm. The more rouse she became it seemed the faster and unvoiced Casey lapped at her bitch sending shivering waves of Adam through her. Within moment she was engulfed in a massive coming. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost despairing as if his life sentence depended on getting as much of her secernment as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the grip of her sexual expiration, her consistence trembling, its various part twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering nothing beyond this mind numbing wave of carnal pleasure. Several prison term Casey had raised his muzzle from her crotch and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these little respites in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his prick sticking out and knew what he wanted succeeding. Remembering her blonde look-a-like in the video, she knew she wanted it, too.

Gently pushing the dog aside, she got up and walked over to the shaggy rug in forepart of the bath tub and knelt down. The dog was behind her in a flash as she bent over on all quaternary. Then she felt his weight as he quickly mounted her, his hips thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her waist. The trouble was he wasn't very accurate with his lunging. His cock seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her thighs with one paw to guide him into her pussy, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the aloofness between her knees in and out, trying to adjust the height of her hips in an endeavor to argumentation their crotch up. Finally she felt his prick slip of paper between her cunt sass. That alone sent a physical thrill through her eubstance as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the head went in, Casey moved forward and thrust the mass of it into her.

The putz itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right hand, but the thought of her doing something as depraved and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the knot trying to force its way into her. A few hard stab and it penetrated, stretching her cunt lips briefly causing a foreign erotic painful sensation as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his manus gripped her tightly, holding his hips tight against her. Feeling his Hammond organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could experience a unknown sensation recondite inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her cheek on the rug and began savoring every import of all this.

She thought of the blonde in the video recording and felt a strange psychic bond with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each other. We're Sister now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few woman have ever done, a lot may make thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may call us disgusting or perverted, but we know what they're missing. Who cares what others think, this is our business, yours and mine my beautiful babe. If it weren't for you and that telecasting, I'd never be doing this, thank you, thank you so much.

As she and the dog were coupled together she felt her orgasm increasing in intensity as Casey continued to flood her reproductive system with cum. She could feel the warm liquid trickling down her thigh and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would open another hard thrust, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange feeling as the head of his pecker pressed against her cervix uteri. It was all overtake and confusing ; a mixture of joy with pain, exaltation with fear, uncertainty with satisfaction.

Her sexual climax lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the things that made canine tooth sex special. Casey didn't cum in a couple of quick squirt, he came over a period of min and was in no haste to get out out. It was a mutual orgasm taken to the extreme point. The lone drawback was she wanted to kiss soul, to feel someone caressing her physical structure softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able-bodied to take back the loving strokes.

Again, her judgment returned to the blonde. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to read turns being fucked by some large unsatiable hound, each comforting the other, providing the missing human touch. She imagined she could taste Blondie's spit, feel her nozzle against her cheek, and her hair in her boldness as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thoughts intensified her almost crippling orgasm. She knelt there helpless, fingers and toes curled under, teeth clinched, bout oozing out of her closed oculus, breathing in abruptly shallow panting breath, feeling the muscles of her tummy, ass, and thighs tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to squeeze every driblet of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey fall in a strange shimmy, sending a sensuous vibration through her followed by the delectable annoyance as his knot slipped out past her stretched pussy lips. It was over. As cock slid out, she felt the passion of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too worn out to move, she stayed in her position trying to catch her breath. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the everlasting way to end their little tryst, prolonging her feelings of ecstasy a little longer.

Finally, as Casey walked away, she knew it was over. It was just as well, she didn't know if she could have survived any more of it without having a sum fire. She flopped over on her side and lay there for a few present moment resting. Casey came over and she reached up lazily and began to pet him. He leaned down and began to bat her aspect. It didn't matter to her that this same natural language had been just licking her cum smeared pussycat, she took it as a signaling of warmheartedness, that the dog considered her a good fuck and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a great fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her fundament and let him out of the john. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the yard while she took a prompt cascade and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him back in and then left for base. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this meter wanted homo inter-group communication. She wished she was going to assemble Blondie, who she now thought of as a closely friend.

She thought of the adult female's pretty face, her nice shapely build, and her pin-up countenance. Damn it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be material ? Why can't we share this experience ? I owe you so a lot for awakening my stake in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sis, but you'll never get to know how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her husband would take in to do.

She met him at the door that night when he returned home, literally throwing herself into his arms. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the material of his clothing as it pressed against her down belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him eat up undressing, then laid down on the bed, knees bent and spread wide, unquiet with expectancy. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt lips, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff cock up personnel its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her manus continuously roamed over his body, stroking and caressing every part of him she could reach.

Her mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the unhurt thing, making for what was lacking in her to begin with sexual experience with Casey. Finally, when she felt his cock spurting a encumbrance of cum into her, she relaxed, happily satisfied as they cuddled together.

The dog fucking her had been the hazardous physical sense experience of her life, but her husband had provided something Casey never could, that precious touch of human affection. She thought to herself it was a pity the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, one-half laughingstock and half human, and decided the Greeks had been onto something there.

Her husband never questioned why when he'd come home his married woman had turned somehow into madly warm sexual wildcat, who had come as close it outright raping him as a female person can. All he knew was he was grateful for it and it was repeated every once in a patch but he never noticed it only happened when her buddy was out of town and Tina went over to take aim fear of his dog .